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to my knees. The boards of the dock are wet, cool. I have to act like I’ve never done this before. Shyly, I look up at him, brushing back some of my hair. “Did you like it?”
    “Oh yeah.”
    I giggle. I suck him more, trying every trick I’ve ever heard of. I fondle his balls while sucking him. Then I run my tongue down the back of his cock, down the seam in the sac that holds his balls. I take one of his balls and hold it gently in my mouth, stroking with my tongue. I feel the long, soft hairs. I’m tempted to lick that little bridge between his testicles and his ass, but I don’t want to go too far.
    I take his cock in again, watching him, under my lashes, trying to look sweet and innocent while my tongue strums the frenulum.
    Suddenly he stops me taking him in and out. He withdraws, his prick jolting upward.
    “I’m going to—I’m not going to last.”
    “Then come down here. Make love to me, Ryan. I want to.”
    He gets onto his knees, facing me. Sometimes I can’t believe how beautiful he is. Broad shoulders. Those muscles in his biceps and triceps I didn’t even know existed. Solid, sexy forearms that make me shiver and melt at the same time. I can’t believe he’s mine.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he says softly. “There’s times…I can’t believe you’re with me.” He grins.
    I’m stunned—he feels the same about me as I feel about him.
    Then he kisses me, and he lies back on the dock, pulling me with him. He reaches for his jeans, drags them over, all the while kissing me.
    I reach down, grasp his hard-on, and direct him to my already drenched pussy. I shouldn’t take charge, I guess, but he did put me on top. Probably so he’s on the hard boards, not me. I want this to be like a fantasy come true for him.
    “Wait,” he murmurs against my mouth. “I have to do this.”
    Something scrapes against my leg. The corner of a foil condom package. He puts all his attention on opening it. He fumbles with it, trying to get the reservoir right, and seems so sweetly inexperienced at putting on a rubber that my heart twists. We’re so different. But I’m never going to let him know.
    I’m on the pill but I know I should have safe sex. Just with him, with wanting him so much, I almost forgot.
    The instant he rolls the condom down to the hilt of his thick erection, I put my hand around his rigid shaft. Holding his cock high, the bubbling tip pointing toward the stars, I get up on my knees. I’m shaking with anticipation, with excitement, something that’s never happened to me before. A deep ache shoots through me, low in my belly. I need him inside. I want him to fill me, because it physically hurts now.
    Ryan reaches down. His strong fingers slide through my strawberry-blond pubic curls and I’m breathless at the sight. His long fingers, his masculine hand, the veins on his forearm—all add up to mind-meltingly sexy. Gently, his fingers part my pussy lips, and there’s a flood of juices, wetting his hand.
    He looks at me in sheer amazement. His blue eyes glow with their own fire. Lust. On Ryan, lust is so hot and beautiful. I push the taut head of his prick to my pussy and slide him back and forth to make him wet. Agony shows on his face; he moans and groans.
    Then, smiling wickedly, I take him inside.
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
     
    Sitting tall, I ride him, rocking my hips, milking him with my hands resting on his rock-hard abdomen. At first, taking him inside stuns me. He’s so big, his cock so thick and hard, I feel him everywhere. My breath is long gone. My heart is pounding at bursting speed. My eyes shut as I sink down on him—down, down, until his cock is all the way inside me. I can’t move. I swear it feels like his erection is in so deep and so high it’s touching my heart.
    His lashes fall over his eyes, his face contorts as my hips come down, swallowing up his huge, beautiful shaft. When I reach the very bottom, and my ass touches his thighs, we both stay there motionless.